June looked over to Mitch who still maintained his air of having women naked in his office was totally normal these days. She stood up, carefully stepping away from Annette and eased the blouse off, folding it on her vacated chair. Annette stopped her fiddling and along with Mitch watched June who now faced removing something more revealing, either her bra or her skirt.
She chose the skirt. She slid it down over her thighs and off. Now only in her conventional bra and panties she felt pudgy, outclassed by Annette’s lithe body and shamelessness. Sensing no other option, she unhooked her bra freeing her modest but perky breasts. And then the pants dropped to the floor. She stood there, unsure for a moment.
“Not bad,” Annette declared. Mitch wisely said nothing. June looked to Annette, quite unsure what to do now. Annette realised, raising her eyebrows at the thought. “Mailgirls have to deliver the mail,” Annette continued. “I have a message for you,” she beckoned.
Still quite stiff, June stepped towards the actual mailgirl. Annette reached towards her, pretend handing June a message which June pretend accepted. “Can you find Mitch and see if he is free?” Annette asked.
June stepped away from Annette and with a little more confidence she went over to face Mitch across his desk. “I have a message for you,” she started robotically. But she noted that Mitch was staring at her face, so she loosened a bit as she repeated the message to him.
Mitch smiled encouragingly. “See. You can do it, if that’s what you want,” he responded.
June suddenly found herself blushing. Why, she wondered. Of course. She got suddenly self-conscious, standing naked in a room in her office with two of her colleagues, play-acting to see if she could work there naked every day. She was trying to process that, this exposure was private. Could she actually do it, move throughout the office with everything on display?
“Can you take this reply message to Annette?” Mitch asked, breaking into her into her thoughts.
June reacted as she believed Mitch expected. She stood facing him, bare naked and even spread her legs a bit. Which strange to her, felt like freedom. Maybe she was starting to understand, she wondered, as she took the imaginary reply from Mitch. She went close to Annette to give her Mitch’s reply, but avoided any physical contact with the actual mailgirl. That would be too much. After an awkward moment, June apologised. “I think I’d like to get dressed now if that’s okay,” she faltered.
Annette smiled warmly at June. “No one is forcing you to do anything,” she reminded her.
“Yes, but if I agreed to do it I wouldn’t have any other choice,” June replied as she quickly dressed herself.
Annette decided to go for broke. “Did you like it?” she asked.
“I was too nervous, I think,” June admitted. But she did not say that now she was back in her clothes her body, particularly her pussy, was tingling like mad with the recollected thrill of what she had just done. She tried to hide it. She did not do a good job. She stood there gripping the back of her chair as if she could not be responsible if her hands became free.
Annette smiled at her like she knew exactly what was going on. Which she obviously had a lot of experience herself. “Being a mailgirl gives you a lot of freedom, if you know what I mean.” she told June who nodded along. The sensation grew. Plus she relived the attention the mailgirls had shown her. And Annette was now suggesting she could do that to others. “And there’s the other thing,” Annette smiled as one of her hands started to wander down her belly. “I guess you know what we can do if we get horny.”
“I have some idea…” June stammered.
Annette was again stroking her clit. “Like now,” she gasped at June. Seeing the other woman strip and play the role had pushed her further into that need. She turned to the man behind the desk. “Mitch, do you mind? Unless it’s an exclusive service for Jackson?” she teased.
Mitch knew that he was no longer an exclusive service. But, he reasoned, Annette did not know that yet. So he acted like it was a big deal for him. Even though he had not given her his clear assent, Annette got up and went around to his side of the desk. She sat on his desk facing him and spread her legs.
“Work your magic please Mitch,” she insisted. And he did. June stood there watching, still holding that chair. And she wondered if she was permitted to join the club, whether it was allowed for her to get the relief that Mitch was giving Annette there, right in front of her. Or whether she would baulk when it was her turn.
Annette came loudly. Was she putting on a show for June? If so, she avoided looking at June, any interaction that could give the other woman a hint. She clenched her eyes closed as Mitch finished her off. Eventually she let Mitch sit back. She then stood up and flicked her hair back out of her eyes. And she became the delivery service she was paid to be. “Oh yeah Mitch,” she advised calmly, “Shane wanted to make sure that you have your footy tips in. And if you need some help, I’ll share mine with you.”
Annette looked over to June with a sparkle in her eyes. “Are you shocked?” Annette asked the other woman as she absently rubbed her pussy, which apparently still needed attention despite — or maybe because of — Mitch’s good works. “Do you want this too?” Annette asked June and then smiled over at Mitch. “I’m sure he would be happy to help you out.”
June suddenly regained a little of her senses. “Are there actually any vacancies for mailgirls at the moment?” she asked. She would just have deal with her needs later. That was just too far for her after everything else.
Mitch smiled enigmatically. “I hear that there might be,” he responded. Annette looked at him, surprised that he would say such a thing. Sure he was their Mitch. But he was no longer the boss, and tucked away in his special projects corner here, what did he know, was it something that she didn’t? But Mitch smiled back at Annette, happy for June to understand a look that said clearly that he knew what he was talking about. And that he was not going to say anything more.
*
Jan strode into the mezzanine where the other mailgirls were waiting. Annette and Pam Burridge were standing close, ready to swoop on Jan while Lauryn sat in a display chair, working at something on her laptop. Jan set down the hamper she carried and shucked off her jacket. “Not bad, girl,” Annette remarked as she fingered the fabric of Jan’s miniskirt which showed off her long legs to definite advantage. Annette was of course nude. Or in other words, Jan was currently a clothed mailgirl. Annette could not resist playing with the buttons of Jan’s loose blouse. The outfit hinted at the athleticism of Jan’s tight body. Pam stepped over and while Annette reached under Jan’s miniskirt to feel up the top of her thighs, Pam fingered Jan’s nipples through her thin cotton blouse.
“Girls!” Jan gasped.
“Jan,” Wendy Turnbull called out from behind her desk, like she was responsible for the other two’s behaviour. They stopped their assault while Jan looked over to see Wendy, the mailgirls’ supervisor, tapping at her watch. Jan smiled sweetly at Wendy and quickly unbuttoned her blouse and then shimmied out of her skirt. Then flicked off her high heels. She was again naked, a mailgirl. Annette gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. And Jackson walked in smiling when she saw their lunch had indeed arrived. Jan folded her clothes to place in her locker until home time.